Sunday, December 7, 2008

Let me clarify...

I may have made it seem like my family were leaving me for Christmas when really them "booking their flights home" means they're all booked to come HERE. We sort of have a new pet and it's not by choice. His name is Ollie and he likes to come 'round at night and pretend he is a sixth cat. Except he doesn't share well. He eats ALL of the food and very much slobbers in the bowl. He is very ugly but Elena won't let me have the neighbor shoot him because it is inhumane. Inhumane is starving the other 5, in my opinion.



Elena is finally feeling all better as of yesterday. Today we are hanging our Christmas lights, etc. although a bit windy to be on the roof. Yesterday my mom had a yard sale and Angelina was there with her and my mom was conversing with a black man about how times have changed and it's about time we have a black president and Angelina says to the guy, "We need a white one too". Ha ha, my brother nearly fell off his chair my mom said. Oh boy that kid is too much. And she said something else that was really funny and 2 ladies that were there started laughing and Angelina pointed to them and said, "It's not funny!" She's at the stage where she thinks when you laugh at something funny she says she thinks you're laughing at her. We do this throughout Sunday dinner and she screams at us. I wish I could remember all the funny things she says.

Okay, I'm going to get all the lights down from the attic and get to work so I can watch the Giants game at 1. And yes, go Gators, yahooeey blah!

Have a nice day!!!

1 comment:

Howie said...

soooo - did i ever tell you the time that we had opossums living under our house? it was probably one of the highlights of my adolescence - i only saw the mama once - SCARY - but the babies would climb into our house and under our kitchen sink and strike fear into the heart of my little sister who would promptly run and jump onto anything and anyone in close vicinity to her - it made me laugh so hard i would nearly wet myself - and then...in an attempt to eradicate the little varmints, my dad thought he could catch them in a laundry hamper...(this is after a few drinks, mind you) - he had the hamper in hand and the little bugger FLEW under the couch - so my dad - in a rage of fury - LOL - FLIPS the couch over - only he forgets to jump back and consequently the couch leg wacks him in the eye...so we all got a laugh out of the cute little baby opossum that gave my dad a black eye! so, uh, yeah - GOOD LUCK!!!